Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.